User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-1427879-20130706175126/@comment-3135907-20150506041402

"Righty then, mates. Set course, let the good ole Moss take us on our way," Gruffle says as the logboat pushes off and is quickly pulled back into the swiftstream by the force of current. The seasoned shrew smiles slightly as the wind buffets his face.